She looked at him with teary eyes, 

But all she could see was his pathetic lies. 

Her heart, slowly and painfully broke into pieces,

with each intake of breathe.

Knowing that he 'almost' loved her,

And that she would certainly die for him.

It is the only guarantee that we have.

Time will always, inevitably, pass.

No matter what we go through or what happens in this world.

Seconds will stretch into minutes, hours, days, years, decades, centuries, and on into eternity.

So what if it didn't?

Could everything... stop?

What guarantee would we have then?

Time passes. Of that we are sure. But we've been wrong before.  

I want a place where I can cry

Without fear of my wailing

Without shame of my tears

I want a place where my self-pity could

Be washed off and

Drained in the sewer of all pathetic pities

I want to cleanse me

Of my own self

I regret leaving,

I truly do.

But perhaps being apart,

Will be better for me and you.

I'm not worthy

Of your unending love,

Which I take for granted.

I don't want your trust

When I have broken it

So many times.

It appears as though

You're reaching

Across a chasm

Of my own making,

When I deem myself

Unworthy of your adoration.

You're too perfect

To love one such as I,

And you deserve

A better, loving half.

But I know,

I won't regret the time

We had together,

I'll only regret

Having to leave you and

All of our memories.